Flow Friday

Welcome to Flow Friday! Poetry lovers, kick back and enjoy the read!

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"Deceased Denise" by Terry James

 

Upon a stone one night she sat, a lovely corpse in midnight black.

And on that stone was etched “Denise”, and for seven years she’d been deceased.

The dress she wore was torn and frayed, her face was pale and part decayed.

Heavy on her heart did weigh, a chain that kept her there to stay.

It was her lover’s face she longed to see, to feel his kiss, to set her free.

But all she did was sit and cry, you see, she did not have her eyes.

Now not too far away from her, each night another corpse would stir.

He stared at her with abated breath, he’d loved her long before his death. 

He’d try to reach her from his grave, but his own chains they never gave.

Each night he tried to call her name, each night the end result the same.

Never would he feel rejoice, you see, he had no throat or voice.

So forever they were cursed apart, forever never joining hearts.

A loathsome end to this saddened tale, of star crossed lovers whose love had failed.

But for those who live and love they yearn, remember here a lesson learned.

For those with eyes they need but see, and those with voices need but speak. 

 

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"The Hood Tells No Tales" by Shatika Turner

 

So I wanted to hear a story

One that for once does not bore me

Keep me intrigued

Alert

So I looked out the window thinking “Yea, this will work”

Saw the corner boys doing their usual

Pants on low

Pockets full of dough

So soon as 5-0 came around

Pounding footsteps was the usual sound

Seen the new mother sittin on her stoop

Wondered if she ever contemplated going back to school

Her baby daddy ain’t no good

Steady “swaggin” around the hood

He says he gets money

But I find that funny

Because the baby don’t have necessities

The parents poppin pills like daily festivities

Seen a body drop the other day

I had to quickly look the other way

Another young life gone to soon

Because now and days everybody wants to live the life of a “goon”

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